He wanted to speak and stopped, although the light was very dim, He Guan'er could still see the content in his eyes.

He Wan'er knew what he wanted to say and waited in silence.

Or He Yi smiled and opened his mouth first.

"I know you're upset, and Mom knows. He said, put down the guitar in his hand, and patted the back of He Waner's hand, "Sister, Dad has been gone for more than ten years, and that Uncle Huang has been chasing Mom for more than three years, and he is a good person and his family is not dragging him down, he is really a good person." ”

He bit his lip and was very worried in his eyes: "Sister, don't blame Mom." ”

"I know, I don't blame her. He Wan'er replied.

She also knows that she has no right to blame her - a soft and weak woman, who has been held in the palm of her parents since she was a child, and has been pampered by her husband after marriage.

However, even if she was divorced, even if her father had passed away for more than ten years, she still raised He Yixiao alone, and she never mentioned remarriage before that.

What's more, it's just the ex-husband.

They have long been divorced, and she has not been sorry for anyone in what she did.

He Wan'er looked at He Yixiao again.

Her younger brother is very wonderful. It's really righteous, and it's really a friend, but it's easy to get out of control, and sometimes the hot-blooded head beats up when he doesn't agree, which causes a lot of annoyance.

However, sometimes, he is unusually sensible, just like this time when he knew that He Wan'er was in a bad mood, he carried the guitar out to make her happy.

Because of this, He Guan'er couldn't be him.

When he graduated from high school, there were two paths to choose - to become a soldier, or to go to the conservatory, Lu Hanzhang was extremely in favor of the first path, and even her mother felt that she should still go to hardship and exercise.

However, He Waner was reluctant to miss He Yixiao and his music dream, and sent him to college under financial pressure, and willingly cleaned up the mess he left behind again and again.

"What do you want to hear, I'll play it to you?" He Yi asked, winking at her, his eyes shining in some gloomy light, unusually beautiful.

He Wan'er had long been used to seeing it, so he raised his head and replied: "Just play a song, just don't you sing." ”

He Yi smiled and covered his heart, and shouted: "Sister, you really broke my heart." ”

With his gags, she seemed to be in a lighter mood.

He Wan'er slapped him on the back and said with a smile: "Don't talk nonsense, play quickly." ”

A moment later, the sound of the guitar sounded.

It's a poem of birds, an anime song that He Waner once liked very much.

He plucked the strings much slower than the original, and the warm guitar sound flowed from his slender fingertips, like a river.

He Wan'er raised his head and looked at the sky. Thick clouds covered the long sky, and there were no stars or moons, only gloom.

A night breeze swept through the branches, the leaves rattled, and the chill swept into her neck.

It's cold, it's cold.

She craned her neck, trying to hide behind He Yixiao, but suddenly saw the thick clouds above her head disperse.

The heavy clouds seemed to have been lifted by a cold wind, and two or three dim stars appeared on the edge of the gray sky, not so bright, but still stubbornly flickering.

She blinked, looked at the stars in the sky, and for some reason, suddenly remembered the Milky Way like a light veil in the Sea of Nine Beards, and remembered the night at Tashiqi Temple, against the backdrop of the rolling mountains on the horizon, the Orionid meteor shower falling from the sky.

also remembered what Mo Chunshan said to her about meteors that night.

The deceased did not leave, but became a part of the world.

It could be wind, or rain, or clouds, or a glass of wine.

has always been by her side and has never left.

She also remembered what he had said - whose life has not been overturned?

I remembered the deep eyes when he said that, and the trace of sadness hidden in his eyes.

Her world had collapsed and collapsed, and she had no past, no memories, and no idea what the future would hold.

Even the sparse and ordinary dreams of others, she has been searching for many years.

But if you don't stand up well, and you are decadent and sad all the time, how can you be worthy of those who have paid for her, been hurt for her, but have wholeheartedly wanted to protect her?

He Wan'er pinched his palm, and the slight warmth in his heart gradually spread to his whole body.

The air was still cold, but she didn't feel cold.

The music had already stopped, He Yixiao put down his guitar and whispered in her ear, "Sister, be happy." ”

She turned her face and looked at He Yixiao, who was close at hand.

He inherited his mother's eyes and lips, his skin is also very fair, his facial features are abnormally handsome, but his face shape is his father's national face, and the bridge of his nose is high, adding a bit of handsomeness.

He Wan'er smiled slightly, and the depression in his heart dissipated.

"If you want me to be happy, then you can learn your vocal music and sing obediently. If you want to write songs, read more books, and have poetry and books in your belly. You don't have that talent and you want to be a strong skill tree to be a bard, so you're not afraid that the system won't be able to stand it and let you delete the number and retrain??"

He Yixiao clenched his fist and knocked on the chair: "Don't I want to lose face? If it weren't for my sister and a big beauty, I would beat you!"

At nine o'clock in the evening, saying goodbye to He Yixiao, He Waner got on the bus to the inner ring.

She waved her hand out the window, looked up at the brightly lit neighborhood a few hundred meters away, and smiled with relief.

Don't think about the past, don't think about the future, what should come will come after all, and the happiness and satisfaction of the family is stronger than anything else.

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November 22, light snow.

It's impossible for this part of Gyeongju to snow in early winter, but it's still cold enough.

Looking at the temperature is still around seven or eight degrees, but not only is there the wind, blowing on the face like a knife, but also the winter rain and the ubiquitous dampness, quietly infiltrating the cold into every corner.

He Guaner loves beauty, but in such weather, he still has no backbone to wear a silk shirt and a small suit to accept the baptism of the cold wind on the way to work, not only a down jacket is added, but also wrapped in a thick scarf, revealing only a pair of eyes.

The more she wears, the less she is different from others, and it is difficult for passers-by to look at her face.

It was Thursday, and the big drafts were changed to look decent, but unexpectedly, a phone call during off-duty hours disrupted the newspaper's overall plan.

P2P, thunder.

It is said that the P2P platform, if understood literally, is just a financing platform, some people want to borrow and others want to lend, it only plays the role of an intermediary.

However, it is simply impossible for the "middleman" not to make the difference.

Therefore, if the online lending platform does what it should do, it is not a big problem, and it can solve some financing problems.

But the key question is how many platforms are honest to develop their own business, so more than 95% of the platforms involve capital pools and asset packages.

As an asset pool, the market is good, and all problems are like small riots in a peaceful and prosperous world, and no one cares if it is not painful. As long as the money keeps flowing in, the thunderbolt will be delayed. But when the market is poor and the liquidity is poor, the lack of hot money will explode.

So no matter how big or small the capital is, it is only a matter of time before the thunder explodes.